The reawakenin' A Worderer's Reprise...

Some say, I spit fire incarnate
with every exhale, you're hit
ink hailstorms every minute
you can't bail, n' fail to avoid it
becuz I'm that TRU DAT shit!

I'm Worderous by decree
see, the alphabet's my university
I've relentlessly wordered
folks in the 1st degree,
long released from bonds
that tried to chain me,
on my name, non rehearsed,  
a terse  vagabond
despersin' mind verse for free

so many have tried n' faltered
usin' their 'altered' terminology
in feeble attempts to disguise 'me'
Surprise! The Worderer's an original
O.G.! Oh gee they say to their dismay,  he peeped their 'slow'
card tried so hard to slay
I don't get why they tried to play?
Say, can't one get spit 'round Da way?  No way! but hey... 
way back when I was a itty bitty
splittin' youngin' I saw sight thru
Bright light...

I was immersed in its glow, n'
the  SON  shined ever since
don't cha know even then,
the SUN knew hot
n  not everyone could manipulate
a flow so smooth... it's like Butta baby n' it gets Mo Betta  when
you slap that Blu Bonnet on it...
yea, they want it
yet, can't maintain it's DEFT grip

This slippery shift keeps clauses  adrift I'll smoke ANY verbless, wordless stiff, n' your yo yo makeshift repairs won't stop it  
from clinging to the cliff
you'd find your inadequate
sass clung to, so checkit...

Do you!
before the Worderer haveta come
n' make a big ole weepin' mess outta you... Now I say god bless
n' I'm thru! lol